Archive for April, 2010

My Dearest Son

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010

My Dearest Son,

Here are some writings from yesterday and this morning. The day finds me up early and hard at the task of publishing at my blog. Congratulations in having landed a decent half time job. Good luck on finding the other half. I am proud of you for having attained the first step of getting back to gainful employment.

4:44 AM 34 degrees F, in Woodbury, Minnesota it is a glorious morning and I must be soon into the shower and off to work. However I have until 4:58 to write you a letter. I will do it the way most people send letters these days, by typing them into a computer keyboard.

You told me you do your computer browsing at the Library. I am so happy that the Billings Library is properly funded. Perhaps you should give them a resume. Your computer skills would be helpful in keeping the computers (available to the poor) operating properly. You would be able to assist in many ways with the computer’s smooth operation and the occasional human needing assistance. Don’t know about working at the library but it is a noble profession, that being a servant of humanity at the level of helping the poor gain access to computers.

4:20 PM and 61 degrees F in Woodbury. I am home for the day and thought I would continue this letter until I am called to dinner. Your mom is such a great cook that I look forward to each meal. You are a great cook too. You will soon have the freedom to be able to feed yourself and friends delicious meals that you prepare. Yumm!

I must say that blogging you a letter is a new experience for me. The problem is that it takes time to reread and revise. I think I still prefer hand writing but we’ll give direct blogging a fair test.

I guess part of it for me is that I have not done a proper backup of the blog because I do not know how and have not the time to learn. It is a hassle to have good backups.

If you would like to have more of a conversation on any of the writings at the blog you can always write a comment. If you would like admin privileges to post writings at the blog please let me know and I can look into sending you the proper request that grants you the right privileges.

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The Billings Yard

Sunday, April 18th, 2010

My Dearest Son,

I have attached a letter I wrote to you, concerning your walks alongside the rail yard of what used to be called the Northern Pacific Railroad. That was the railroad your great grandfather Ira Sullivan worked for while he helped his wife Lydia raise their three young boys Oliver, the oldest, Wilber, and Robert, the youngest.

Oliver and his younger brothers grew up in Laurel, Montana where their father worked in the hump yard of the Northern Pacific (NP) Railroad. He spent his days and nights, depending on his shift, switching rail cars from train to train, turning the occasional car that needed to be turned to face the other direction, so the proper door would open when the car was spotted at its final destination siding.

Out of Laural some trains went south towards Denver, some went west towards Seattle, and some went east towards Saint Paul and Chicago. Your great grandfather Ira helped sort those trains in the Laurel yard. If you are ever of the mind to write a nice simulation game I think a rail yard of the 1920′s and 30′s would make an interesting setting.

Your grandfather Oliver Sullivan was the General Yardmaster for the Billings rail yard of the Northern Pacific Railroad in the 1950′s through the 1970′s. As you walk alongside the rail yards I hope you will remember your ancestors, men who at your age used to walk those very same streets of Billings fifty to a hundred years before.

Should you need a place to call home you would be well advised to claim Billings, Montana as your ancestral home. Perhaps I will someday drive with you up to Laurel and I will show you your grandfather’s boyhood home. It is now owned by a cousin whose mother Mabel was one of the sisters of your great grandmother Lydia.

Mabel and Lydia raised their families a couple blocks apart among the 5 acre farm area east of Laurel, Montana. Lydia owned four five acre tracts. One for her and one for each of her three boys.

The two sisters grew up in Strum, Wisconsin. Lydia was trained as a teacher. Upon graduation she decided that she would travel upon the recently completed Northern Pacific Railroad on her way to Butte, Montana.

“Where are you headed, miss?”, the Conductor inquired.

“Butte Montana, I am going there to be a school teacher.”

“Oh miss. You don’t want to go to Butte. It is too rough of a town for someone so refined as yourself. Why don’t you get off at Belgrade and walk over to see the Superintendent of Schools. He is a friend of mine who will gladly hire you to teach in Belgrade.”

The railroad conductor put your great grandmother off at Belgrade, Montana with a reminder to introduce herself to the Superintendent. She did and was hired as a school teacher. She worked there until meeting Ira who wooed her and wedded her and moved her to Whitehall. They followed the railroad to Laurel.

Please see the attached photograph of your great grandfather in a wagon being pulled by a goat. The sign says 1917 when Oliver would have been two years old. Perhaps they lived in Livingston for a time or perhaps the picture was taken on the trip down to Laurel. And then please enjoy the recent picture of 91 year Oliver four years ago studying Vista.

Should you decide to claim Billings, Montana as your ancestral home, you can proudly tell people that you have railroading, coal mining, and computers in your blood. The coal mining comes from you other great grandfather Ralph Lumley, out of Red Lodge, Montana.

Should Red Lodge beckon you, know that it is the childhood growing up place of your grandmother Helen, who married Oliver. Between income from the Red Lodge mine and income from selling peas to the Red Lodge cannery and milk to the Red Lodge dairy Ralph and Mary Lumley raised their family in Red Lodge during the Great Depression. These and other family stories will each be told in their turn.

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The GodIsWithMe Feeling

Saturday, April 10th, 2010

It has been my experience that most people have experienced the GodIsWithMe feeling. This understanding on my part comes from participative and observed discourse among humans concerning matters of religion, spirituality, and mental operating frameworks as taught by parents, friends, and teachers unto young and adult humans.

Meditation, prayer, contemplation of Nature, and similar mental operating frameworks give rise to the GodIsWithMe feeling.

If it is not carefully managed, the GodIsWithMe feelings can give rise to the MyBodyFeelsFear feeling and, in some people, feelings of MyBodyFeelsPanic.

The pursuit of the GodIsWithMe feeling is a fundamental operating mode of some people as evidenced by the often unrecognized small and great Works of the human species, such as are observable in public and everyday life.

It is interesting to observe the meeting of two or more humans experiencing simultaneous GodIsWithUs feelings. It is useful to understand that these mutual feelings are especially useful upon the fields of war and play, in pursuit of some common purpose.

The GodIsWithUs feeling has fallen into disfavor in some quarters. This shift of consciousness sometimes raises AngstIsWithUs feelings combined with some UsIsBetterThanThough feelings. Such feelings comprise the biochemical Mind/Body soup of human life.

Let us consider a commonplace application of the GodIsWithMe feeling. When one calls forth the soul of a beloved human, that connection is best obtained in the presence of the GodIsWithMe feeling. These explanations seek to explain the phenomena of life at a fundamental operating level within the human body.

Few and far between are the humans I have met who would publically deny and denounce the existence of all things sipritual. It would be interesting to ask them if they have ever felt the GodIsWithMe feeling.

NOTE: It is important to distinguish between the GodIsWithMe and the IAmGod feeling which is part of a delusional mental operating framework. The GodIsWithMe feeling is commonplace and perfectly normal. It is a great feeling to have available for that final walk down the valley of the slide unto death. I always say, it is better to believe and be wrong than to not believe and be wrong. This is because to not believe and be wrong is to have lost the opportunity of a life in body to experience the fullness of a spiritual life.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

We resume the discussion today with the IsWithMe class of feelings. Yesterday we explored the GodIsWithMe feeling, which means the exact same thing as the HigherPowerIsWithMe feeling taught by members of Alcoholics Anonymous. The main point is to imagine the highest power that you can imagine and then name it, call it to you, and feel its presence.

BACK TO THE IsWithMe FEELING

The IsWithMe feeling comprises the mental inventory namespace of the operations commonly referred to as the “centering” ones self. The IsWithMe inventory and naming is part of a mental ritual of gathering all of one’s resources together. It is part of the ritualistic framework that is calming to the body. The CenterIsWithMe feeling best lives in the area of the mind which is the home of the biochemical operating state of being known by many names all meaning the exact same biochemical phenomena called the GodIsWithMe feeling, and any other phenomena attached thereto.